Final Challenge for the Week

Final Challenge for the Week

And finally…your challenge today is to write about this hand.  Who’s is it? Why is it only a shadow? I hope you had a fun writing week!

Conversation in the Dark - Hand

Hand

A Challenge for Wednesday

A Challenge for Wednesday

A woman smashing china, a Greek wedding, or something else? Where would this picture lead you? 

Broken china

Broken china

A Challenge for Tuesday

A Challenge for Tuesday

Here is Tuesday’s treat!  Or is it a trick?  Difficult to tell…

Misty alien figure

Misty alien figure

A Challenge for Monday

A Challenge for Monday

What would you write about if you were given some inspiration? My gift to you is a photo inspiration – one per day for the next week!  Let me know how you get on!

Rainy day cafe

Rainy day cafe

Writing Challenge – first after a long time

The idea of doing writing challenges was to get into the habit of writing everyday, but that seems to have gone by the wayside a little!  So I’ve done a couple recently – and enjoyed them thoroughly as I always do!  (Mental note – really must do them every day!).  As always I used the Writing Challenge app, where you get fed a word or a phrase and have one minute for each – timed. 

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She didn’t know his name – not his real one anyway.  In her mind he was Hugo.  He had a quiff and a glass eye. 

“I don’t live here,” he’d said when he opened the door to let her in.  “Just looking after the place.”  Hugo stood back and let her in. 

She went in and saw photos of him all over the place: mostly of him travelling.  He was obviously very confused.  He clearly did live here. 

“This isn’t my key,” Hugo went on.  “I’m just looking after it.”  The key was put back in his pocket.  

“Would you like to sit?  I shouldn’t really offer.  It’s not my house.  I’m just looking after it.  But sit if you would like.” 

She sat and tried not to stare at him.

“I’m afraid I haven’t got any food in.  It’s not my place you see.”

“Hugo.  Do you know who I am?”

“Who’s Hugo?”

“You are.”

“No I’m not.”

“Can you tell me your real name?”

“Err yes…it’s…”  Hugo pause.  “I don’t remember.”